Gnats Quotes

Gnats Quote of the day

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

Television is a triumph of equipment over people, and the minds that control it are so small that you could put them in a gnat's navel with room left over for two caraway seeds and an agent's heart.

There are no ordinary people.. it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

Towards gnats and fleas we should show no pity. We would do right to hang petty thieves, petty calumniators, and slanderers.

Example is a dangerous lure: where the wasp got through the gnat sticks fast.

Can you walk on water? You have done no better than a straw. Can you fly through the air? You are no better than a gnat. Conquer your heart-then you may become somebody.

As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.

Surely all God's people, however serious or savage, great or small, like to play.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

There is a reference in Aristotle to a gnat produced by larvae engendered in the slime of vinegar. This must have been Drosophila.

You and I and everyone else have the attention span of gnats. And that means that saying or doing anything once simply doesn't work.

Television is a triumph of equipment over people.

We must understand how to hide in darkness in order to escape the gnat-swarms of utterly annoying admirers.

What gnats are compared with humans, so is the whole creation compared with God.

Straining at gnats and swallowing camels is a required course in law schools.

Other people write about the bling and the booty. I write about the pus and the gnats. To me, that's beautiful.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

With the single exception of Park Lane, every north-south route in London slows traffic to the pace of a wounded gnat with pleurisy struggling with a squaddie's backpack.

Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats.

When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.

We all think we are gods, when we are no more than gnats.